SuperMan

The City looks beautiful when the sun sets


The soft drone of the men and women coming home
does my heart good

Even on the tough days the fact that I can inspire people to do good makes it worth it.


I can hear a mother’s cry before she sees I saved her daughter from a speeding car

I believe in my heart that one day there won’t be supervillains anymore and I won’t be needed

With all of my powers I have to be careful to not shatter regular criminals like paper

As much as I love to fly I’m glad I can take off my work clothes and walk as Clark Kent


Rorschach

When the sun goes down you can see the trash


The shattering of glass reminds me that my work
shift has come at last

Even though the other costumes are fooling themselves I
know there will always be evil

I hear a woman’s scream and a second later my fists are wet with the blood of punks

I know that if I live to a hundred and twenty my city will still have parasites feeding off it

If they harm a person they deserve to die, no quarter given


My face itches, it never goes away so neither shall I